Once his gl*ns entered, the rest of his c*ck went in smoothly. He pushed his c*ck slowly, feeling it stretch the folds of her v*ginal walls.

“Haa… Yes… Master, your c*ck… mm… feels good…”

“Move your a$s.”

He stopped after thrusting his c*ck halfway. Rosé, who was already impatient, swiftly moved her a$s.

She moved left and right, forward and backward, jerking around. Perhaps because her b*tt was heavy, her movements were not satisfying.

Silvio smacked her b*ttocks as a sign to do it properly. Hearing that, Rosé whimpered but continued doing her job.

“Huh, hmph! Sorry, Master!”

A rough hand reached into Rosé’s exposed side, where her ribs were showing. He grabbed her swaying br*asts from below.

“Aahh, Master…!”

“Do you think your t*ts look nice? Do you want me to pinch your n*pples?”

“Huh, ahng, harder… Master, pinch Rosé’s n*pples harder… Ah, aahng!”

Her n*pples were twisted. The br*asts, which had turned purple due to blood not flowing through them, were beautiful. Rosé belatedly begged him to let go, but Silvio ignored her and struck her.

Her a$s cheeks reddened as their sharply raised iliac crests continued to slam together. Their connecting part was sticky with their previously ej*culated s*men and v*ginal fl*ids. Silvio’s p*bic hair, soaked in their juices, dirtied Rosé’s rear entrance.

Ethan ground his teeth as he watched that vulgar intercourse. And just like what Silvio was doing to Rosé, he twisted the woman’s n*pples with all his might.

“Ah! It hurts, Butler. Please stop!”

Ethan was reckless. Ignoring the woman’s protest, he forcefully pinched his fingers as if he were milking a cow. Then, as if by natural instinct, during a wrestling match, the heat subsided.

On the other hand, Rosé and Silvio were still at it. The sound of their unpleasant affair penetrated Ethan’s ears.

“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!”

Ethan, in excitement, forcefully pushed his p*nis into the woman’s gaping hole. She moaned in pl*asure.

Ethan glanced at Rosé’s br*asts, which were hanging down from Silvio’s grasp. Blood rushed to his lower abdomen for a moment. Ethan hastily withdrew his p*nis and came on the woman’s face.

“Khk, ugh!”

Ethan squeezed every last drop and covered the noisy woman’s mouth. He pulled out his p*nis, which had quickly shrunk.

The woman cursed Ethan’s parents as he held on to his trembling, limp d*ck. As if that wasn’t enough, she vigorously slapped his face.

Ethan’s slender body flew backward. The back of his head cracked when it got hit by a dresser, and his eardrums were torn.

“I’ll turn your assh*le into a sewer, you piece of sh*t! If I see you again, I’ll kick you in the a$s, remember that!”

The woman, who quickly put on her clothes, left the Duke’s bedroom. Ethan still couldn’t get up.

“Master, haah, Master, I like you. I like you….”

Meanwhile, Rosé wrapped her arms around Silvio’s neck and passionately kissed him. For a moment, a surge of emotion flooded Silvio’s heart.

When he first saw Rosé, when they stumbled in the corridor, when he saw her rushing to save him, and when he confessed to her.

The emotion that had unexpectedly arisen at that time made everything but one thing numb at this moment.

The most important thing. Silvio pressed his forehead against Rosé’s and, panting heavily, asked,

“You… What is it that you want from me?”

“Master?”

Pretending to know nothing, pretending to be innocent, pretending there was nothing else. Rosé’s clear eyes, which seemed like shooting stars were pouring down, tormented Silvio.

The reason this woman approached him. What this woman really wanted. What this woman desired. What this woman wanted to take away from him.

Silvio was curious about her mysterious intentions, which were driving him crazy.

“I…”

What she desired. To Silvio, it might seem complicated, like a riddle, but at least for Rosé, it was simple.

“I want your love, Master. Please love Rosé. Master.”

And a few stat upgrades on top of that. It was when Rosé looked at him with a pitiful look while moving the abacus in her mind,

Hardcore Index: 10

‘Wow, that’s crazy!’

It was the first time the index had dropped by 10 at once. Perhaps that’s why Silvio’s eyes were moist.

“Master? Ah…!”

He pushed Rosé down onto the bed for the last time. While his penetrating strength remained, his touch on her chest was gentle. When he locked eyes with Rosé, he came inside her with a low groan.

Hardcore Index: 8

Oh my god. Now it was only one digit. Rosé tightened her legs around Silvio’s waist in joy.

His gl*ns twitched inside her with excitement. Shall I give him a little fan service?

“I love you, Silvio.”

Silvio’s ears perked up. Rosé was certain. His darkness was gradually fading away. Silvio slowly pulled away from her body and stared at Rosé with a dazed expression.

His er*ect p*nis showed his unabated desire, but the warmth in his eyes conveyed something else.

“Yeah, that’s what it was….”

Silvio sighed in disappointment as he touched his forehead and stood up from the bed. Then he headed towards Ethan, who was lying unconscious on the other side.

Having already passed out from being beaten by the woman, Ethan just…. kept breathing.

Soon, Silvio’s shoe was aimed at Ethan’s neck. It was a place where, if you pressed hard enough, it could cause asphyxiation.

Rosé raised her head, wondering if that was possible. He couldn’t be doing something so malicious when his hardcore index had dropped to 8. He must be trying to wake him up. Since he’s just passed out like that.

Oh, maybe, would he…?

“Ugh… khk!”

Finally, Ethan’s windpipe was tightly crushed by the heel of Silvio’s shoe. It didn’t take long for Ethan’s breath to stop.

Since he had already suffered a concussion, Ethan was actually in a state where it wouldn’t be strange for him to die at any time.

Rosé pondered the ratio of culpability. Maybe it should be 3:7, since he is a duke. No, if the woman acted in self-defense, would the duke just be blamed for manslaughter?

‘I don’t know the laws here.’

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. In a world where even demons can be killed by absorbing s*men, what else wouldn’t happen?

“…Rosé. Now you and I are both legally widowed.”

It seemed that Silvio had pressed Ethan’s throat to initiate her bereavement.

“So, Rosé….”

Silvio, who had been walking hesitantly, suddenly kneeled down.

“Duke? W-What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted my love.”

Silvio looked up at Rosé. His gray, deep eyes, which had seemed full of regret when they first met, now held a unique determination.

“I think I have fallen in love with you.”

Rosé swallowed a lump in her throat and took his outstretched hand. Silvio carefully kissed her hand, then looked up at Rosé and said,

“Let’s get engaged, Rosé.”

After a rain, the hardened ground turned into a golden field. Her toes tingled with pleasant excitement.

Half of Silvio’s property would become hers (if they married safely). (So if they got married) The money left after paying off her debts would now be hers!

With heightened emotions, Rosé’s eyes became moist. She swiftly responded to Silvio’s proposal.

“Yes, I’d love to!”

And at that moment,

〈SYSTEM〉 As a result of the relationship change with Silvio Ramford (S-tier), the obtainable stats have increased.
Stamina 18 → Stamina 27
Charisma 16 → Charisma 24

The system window appeared, indicating that her relationship with the Duke had changed to being engaged, and,

〈SYSTEM〉 The hardcore zone of ‘Silvio Ramford (S-tier)’ has been unlocked.
Hardcore Index: 0

The system window announced the end of the hardcore zone.

Thud!

And finally…

“…Your Grace?”

Rosé couldn’t believe her eyes as she looked at the collapsed duke and gently shook his shoulders. But even then, he didn’t get up, so she shook him with all her might, making his bones tremble.

“Your Grace! Your Grace, please open your eyes!”

We have to get the marriage certificate before you die! My inheritance! My money!

Rosé struggled for a while, trying to wake him up, but Silvio couldn’t regain his consciousness. Cold sweat trickled down Rosé’s back.

Ethan choked to death, and Silvio suddenly fainted. Inside the room, there were nearly two lifeless bodies.

In Rosé’s spinning mind, the misfortune she would experience in the future unfolded before her.

Your Honor, no. I didn’t kill him. The image of herself standing before the court, tying a noose around her neck. She would convincingly deny it, her sore palms beading with sweat, facing the judge.

Thud! Rosé Mora, who unintentionally killed her husband and her fiancé, is sentenced to death! Ultimately, she finds herself standing on the gallows.

‘To think the ending for the protagonist is a guillotine.’

Rosé shook her head vigorously. It was absolutely not possible.

Well, let’s just throw them both into the sea. Being an escaped convict would be better than facing the gallows.

Having made up her mind, she dragged Ethan’s lifeless arm. He was certainly dead. First, she needed to clean up the crime scene…

Knock, knock.

“Your Grace, I’m coming in.”

At that moment, the door opened.

“B-butler.”

It was Alfred. As she dropped Ethan’s arm, Rosé thought about what to say to Alfred in defense.

In fact, is it possible that the duke planned to kill my husband to get engaged with me? So, to cover up the incident, we decided to dispose of the bodies?

There was no way it would work.

“Miss Rosé?”

“Butler, um…”

Looking only at Alfred’s shiny black shoes, Rosé bit her lip. She had a pale face that would make anyone think, ‘I’m the one who killed him.’

“Miss Rosé, is it possible…”

Instinctively, Rosé’s lips started moving to defend herself.

“Butler, actually, it was the duke who killed him!”

“Has His Grace been drinking?”

Huh? Rosé looked at the spot where Alfred was pointing. Silvio, who had collapsed on the floor, was sitting by the bedside, holding his forehead. He moaned as if he were suffering from a severe hangover.

No, it’s a good thing that the duke woke up… But why isn’t he reacting when he saw Ethan? Weren’t they quite close?

“Buter, actually, um, Ethan the butler…”

“Ethan?”

Alfred, who was examining Silvio’s condition, turned around and looked at Rosé, tilting his head.

“Who is Ethan, Miss Rosé?”

Rosé’s mind turned pale at Alfred’s expression, seeming as though he didn’t understand.

“It’s a name I’ve never heard before.”

“Well, that’s… unbelievable. He’s right there.”

Rosé pointed to the side of the sofa with a face that seemed like she could cry at any moment. But where Rosé pointed, Ethan’s body wasn’t there. He disappeared as if by magic.

“Ugh… Alfred.”

“Your Grace, are you alright?”

Alfred prioritized Silvio over Rosé’s incomprehensible ramblings.

Silvio gulped down the water Alfred handed him and brushed the w*t bangs back.

For a while, his head was dizzy, and his vision swayed as if he had had a nightmare. His memory was vague.

He couldn’t remember what he had been doing all this time, what he had intended to do. But one thing was crystal clear.

“I… asked that woman… to marry me.”

“Your Grace? Is that really true?”

Alfred’s eyes widened. Silvio looked at Rosé, who was fumbling around like a squirrel caught stealing acorns, and tugged at one corner of his mouth.

“Yeah. It seems… like that.”

Alfred covered his mouth with both hands and alternated his gaze between Silvio and Rosé. What a perfect pair they made. Overwhelmed with emotion, he clenched his fist and said,

“Please leave the wedding arrangements to me.”

Rosé’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t understand.

Even if Silvio’s memory had been clouded by the hardcore zone, where the hell was Ethan?

But whatever happened, Alfred smiled at her as usual and urged her.

“Miss Rosé, please take care of the Duke in the future as well.”

〈SYSTEM〉 Congratulations! You have received a third promotion in the ‘maid’ job class.
The title ‘Legendary Maid’ will be changed to ‘Mythical Maid’.
Your salary will triple.
The mythical maid is said to be a myth among maids, a maid who went from doing the mansion’s dirty work to becoming the mansion’s hostess.

‘I am a myth…’

On the day Ethan died, Rosé became a mythical maid like that.